As I recall, this was one of: As I recall, this was one of the earliest comments I posted on your work. I had just been released from a very long (two and a half months) hospitalization. The Covid lockdowns were soon to begin and the winter, in my area, was very dismal. Yet, I was about to embark on a reading experience that, I realize now, I had been preparing for since my undergrad days. In those first few weeks after my release, I came very quickly to the conclusion that you are a great Poet; how profoundly great was still to be revealed to me, and is still being revealed to me as you continue to post your magnificent Poems. Visiting this comment reminds me of an experience I had at college when, browsing through a library book, I came upon some notes I had scribbled in it a couple of years prior. It became a timeless moment. So, here, I am experiencing another one.
The urgency of the Messiah's: The urgency of the Messiah's return was a flame that they kept ever burning and one that has to be relit in our day and generation.
My dad was a "war baby" as: My dad was a "war baby" as they used to call them, born in 1942. So he was a toddler during Liberation time. In many ways his generation as with the ones before brought to our experience and daily awareness the concepts, effects, and consequences of war.
Thank you for your kindness. : Thank you for your kindness. This has been a rough week: both my spouse and I have been afflicted, in our hands, with what is either flared-up gout, or arthritis. And yes, I do remember the typewriter keyboards, on which I was much better (and my hands not gout-ridden), and I could tell when a mistake was struck (then the carriage goes back, zing!, with the ring of a bell, and an eraser or white-out went to work). Thanks for your understanding, and reminding me of some pleasant memories from my high school days.
I am gladdened of the note: I am gladdened of the note you made of the tone in this poem which I have in the past described as "exedraeic" in style due to the intimate conversational style that it exudes. It may be likened to a stage whisper that is both intimate and even conspiratorial in its execution and feel. I believe there are writers that write almost exclusively in this manner.
No problem!
Typos are such: No problem!
Typos are such a common thing because our minds go faster than our fingers and it's so easy to make mistakes on a keyboard (Remember in the old days we were forced to go somewhat slow on a typewriter and you always knew when you made an error?) that I hardly recognize them anymore. In fact, my mind usually does an instant autocorrect when I'm reading anything online nowadays.
You're such a supreme writer and I'm always very aware of your physical affliction so I don't pay it any mind if a tiny error pops up. The fact that you're so conscientious about it is confirmation of your intelligence and high standards.
Thank you again for your superb and thrilling feedback. It means so much.
Dear Starward, it is: Dear Starward, it is particularly gratifying to learn that these chasing and dancing lights continue independently after reading. Thanks you most kindly.
My gratitude for these kind: My gratitude for these kind words. And a very encouraging note that a lasting imprint is to be had in both mind and heart, then from that we can assume the writing ✍️ has been a success. Many thanks
The mix up was mine, being: The mix up was mine, being the first interpretative connotation I had ascribed to the reading, which by the way was well received on my part. Allusions to food are almost always welcome (side note). It is also such a great privilege and honour to receive you substantive response given the present circumstances that require your energies to be assigned to other more valuable things in your daily life. We are given future opportunities as they arise and that is most looked forward to. As for Dali and Monet, wow! A humbling parallel allusion. I may take to donning a like moustache one time but alas that would remind me of Dick Dastardly.
Excellent simile! And the: Excellent simile! And the poem creates an effect that, even after it has been read, the lights are still dancing, still chasing each other, independent of the reader. And I totally agree with Patricia's comment as well!!!
Thank you, and still I missed: Thank you, and still I missed the typo: "I know only expect this" should have been "I not only expect this." I sincerely apologize for my carelessness.
Whether looking starward or: Whether looking starward or inward, in intricate observation or expansive analysis, you are a superior interpreter of poetry and I'm sure I can speak for other writers honored enough to receive your reviews, you are cherished here.
My deepest and far-reaching appreciation.
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